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Unexpected

(Chris Evans X Reader) :Warning, graphic content!

As a modeling actor, you weren't one to oppose the idea of making a bit of money. Now you were only given the date, time, location and type of photo shoot your were having. In this case you had to wear a sexy outfit that showed off every curve you had. No makeup, no heels, no pants, no shirt. Wasn't hard because that's normally how you dressed yourself at home. So in the mean time you rode around in lingerie clothing covered up by a sexy trench coat searching for the place you had to be.

"137...137...137... aha! 137!" Staring at the building before you your breath got stuck in your throat. What the hell did you need to be doing at what looked like a factory? What ever it was, this had to be something kinky. Quite frankly you'd never really done photoshoots like that, but hey! What's wrong with trying?

The door nozzle under your hand cooled your clammy palms as they sweated from the pressure. You'd done this before so why did it effect you now? Instead of pondering more on the subject you walked straight through the door to be bombarded with wires and photo shoot people. "Ah! Y/n! Your here! I was afraid you wouldn't make it!" Smiling you shook his hand as he led you to what you presumed to be the set of your photo shoot. Just as you had thought, kinky. In the center of the spot light sat a comfortable chair and a little ways off in the distance was a wooden pole with ropes. Chains, whips, ropes, cuffs, you name it, it was there.

"Amazing, now this will be your partner for the photo shoot. He's worked these shoots many of times, so if he asks you to do something. Or asks you to make a certain pose, I'd advise you to listen." Turning around you came face to face with a man dressed in jeans and a dark half long sleeved shirt. The beard that sat on his face made your legs tingle. You knew exactly who this man was. Anyone who didn't know him was just plain stupid and lived under a rock. The way he even eyed your figure made you feel like you already had a spotlight shining on you.
"Chris Evans, your Y/n right?" A nervous smile racked your face as he gently grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it. You wanted to scream and squeal like a little girl but you kept your cool. As to possibly not scare the poor man, you looked him in the eyes and wiped away that nervous smile and put a smirk in its place. "Yes that's me, so you'll be my photo shoot partner?" That gentle smile fell from his face as a grin creeped across his face. Immediately you felt your face burn red, and instantly your heart sped up. "That is correct. So I'm guessing Harry told you to wear something... sexy." The last bit of his sentence seemed to take his breath away as he looked down to the trench coat you wore. Your cleavage was so prominent he couldn't help but stare at your breasts. Even you could recognize that longing look in his eyes so folded your arms making your chest pop out more. So when you watched his breath hitch, his eyes zipped up to yours. "Yupperoo! Alright so how are we doing this? Anything I should do to get ready?" Leaning on one hip you looked around at the scenery missing that Chris was studying your body very intently. "Actually they'll be starting with just me first. With the chair over there, I'll be doing regular shots and then things will start to get intense." "Alright Chris were ready!" The grin he gave you sent a shiver down your spine. While he took his seat you took the chair behind the photographer.

You couldn't help but dream off in la la land whilst he looked just as handsome as he did when he was standing. That beard though! You couldn't take your eyes away from it. Oh god! What was he doing to you? You had to be professional, but that smug feeling that was tickling your face caused you to giggle to yourself. That's when you noticed that he was watching you while he posed for the camera. As if he was taunting you enough, he winked at you. The fluttering in your heart beat made you only shift uncomfortably in your seat.

"Alright Y/n get over here, we're ready for you to join." Once you walked over you stood behind Chris and positioned your hair in a somewhat sexy mess. Then you let your hands run from his shoulders, straight to the pecks of his chest. His jaw line only being mere inches from your lips. You could feel his muscles tighten under the soft touch of your fingers. You allowed your lips to do drop open slightly while your eyes became half lidded as you tilted your head towards the camera. In the past 20-30 minutes you took different positions of you and him with the chair and that damn trench coat. Some being secretive, others looking sexy as hell.